The process of being emptied out.

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 24, 2015


I lost myself
somewhere in you...
and yes, somewhere in "you" too.

Each nicotine hit that
reaches my brain and disappoints
the potential you placed in me.

Each piano key loved
for my touch was nothing but
tender and sincere;
now, my swollen fingers
tap the air and scratch
windowpanes for some (any)
inspiration.

Each virtuous storm
that we surrendered to,
lighting candles and pretending
to kiss the footprints of the rain;
now, we create and control
the thunderstorms of our
vocal chords -
and so often I shudder,
not from anything tangible
but from the coldness I
sometimes represent.

I fade

as the stars ascend then die and summits
of newborn mountains are climbed then buried
behind historic wallpapers and signatures.

I will un-fade.

Soon.

I will re-enter myself,
the soul reflecting the truth in me
I never could quite entirely see.

-

[Inspired by r.m. drake's quote: "Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love."]

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  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Leaving pieces of ourselves in everything we loved.That in particular caught my eye and heart.Something of us is dying inside and it will turn us numb.Something is broken. At times we have to reevaluate ourselves to get to the truth.I speak from personal experience.
    Really enjoyed readin